Chapter 19: CHAPTER 19: Car kiss trope
Last night came to me as a blur. I wake up feeling heavy. Not only because of the irresponsible drinking, but also because Chuck is sprawled on top of me, snoring loudly. I look around my room. Carter is also here, hogging the blanket on the floor. Beside him is Carlos. On the foot of my bed is Jimmy. I sigh. They always crash at my place after parties and nights of heavy drinking. What the hell's my room to them anyway? A friggin' shelter? I sigh as I get up slowly so as to not wake any of them who partied harder than I did last night. And tonight, we'll be attending another party. I shiver at the thought of my gang being drunk. Again. Two days in a row. Now that's definitely healthy. I scoff.
I shower quickly and silently. I also dress and eat my breakfast as silently as I can before packing up my bag and put on my shoes. Then I take out my phone, download a mix audio file of slash movie background sounds, zombie voices, ghost screeches and screams and an apocalyptic sound and set the volume to max before putting it down on the living room table and pressing the play button. I quickly cover my ears while the mix of sounds plays from my phone. I laugh when the first sound comes, making the three boys jump from their slumber, confused and shocked.
"What the fuck?!"
"Shit!"
"Lee! You bastard!"
That's it. I'm out. I laugh so hard and grab my phone before running out of the door before they can catch and kill me. I slam the door shut behind me and dash to the elevator without looking to the front, making sure none of the four followed me outside and well, that got me to bump into Allen.
"Ooppss... Sorry," I pant as I apologize to him, not daring to look at his face.
"You all right?" he asks, grabbing my arms and helping me steady myself. I finally look up at him, despite everything. So, he's still talking to me?
"Yeah. Sorry 'bout that," I grin at him.
He reaches out his hand to brush away my bangs from my face (I know, haircut) and wipes the sweat from my flushed face. I shudder at his touch.
"Why the rush?" he asks. Hand still on my forehead. I tell him about what I did to the inconsiderate boys and that makes Allen laugh heartily. Oh God, how much I've missed hearing that laugh. I can feel my own lips curl into a smile when he laughs.
"Where ya headin'?" I ask as we step into the elevator.
"Student council office," He tells me, "I'm handing out the volunteer form for the summer camp."
"You're volunteering?" I ask, rather surprised.
"Well, not me, but some of my team members wanted to volunteer so I helped them with the forms," He tells me. "You're not volunteering?" he asks.
"Well, I don't know yet," I admit. "It's two weeks after the festival. I'd probably still be recharging," I chuckle and he nods understandingly.
"What about you? Where are you heading?" he asks back.
"City mall," I tell him. "My younger sister's birthday is coming up. I'm going to buy her something."
"You have a younger sister?" he asks, not as surprised as he is more curious. I chuckle at his honesty and genuine curiosity.
"Yeah and a twin younger brother," I tell him. He nods and pushes the button for the basement parking lot.
"I'll take you," He says so suddenly.
Huh?
"No. You don't have to," I decline immediately.
"I want to," He says calmly. "We'll just stop by campus shortly so I can drop off the forms, then we'll head straight to the mall," He tells me, sternly, making sure I am unable to protest or argue.
I want to argue more but decide not to. He's speaking normally to me again and I don't want to ruin it so I obey though a little reluctantly. I keep feeling that slight pain since I bumped into him earlier all the way to campus' parking lot where he told me to wait in the car while he runs to the student council's office. I lean back on the passenger seat, eyes closed, trying to calm my heart down. I'm afraid I'm gonna have a heart attack if it beats any faster.
It took him a whole 15 minutes (I counted, I'm nervous, bite me) before he's back and we start driving to the city. We sit in silence. An awkward silence, though not as awkward as yesterday's silence. The silence lingers before he takes my right hand with his left and holds it. My heart beats even faster (now I think I'm having a heart attack) when he doesn't let go and starts brushing it gently with his fingers.
When we reached the parking lot, Allen cut off the engine and we just sat there. The parking lot is still pretty empty. There are only a few cars parked away from each other since it's still pretty early in the morning and the mall has just opened. I nervously stare out my window. His hand is still cupping mine. It seems that none of us wants to let go first.
To my relief, Allen lets go first. But then I feel his hand on my cheek. He's tugging it gently so that I would turn to face him, which I do, hesitantly. Our eyes meet and I gasp silently. The look in his eyes... so intense... so... clear... it burns. Those eyes... I feel a choke is coming and I swallow hard.
"I'm sorry," He says hoarsely before leaning in, placing another hand on my waist, and his lips suddenly crash onto mine. I'm terrified. But soon I find myself giving in to the longing I've been feeling since what feels like forever to me.
I surrender to his burning kiss. It's intense. But not hurried as I feel his tongue licking my lower lip, asking for entrance. I open my mouth slightly and soon, feeling his tongue attacking mine and exploring the insides of my mouth, I shudder with excitement. I answer his kiss with as much passion, if not more, playing with his tongue, nibbling on his lip.
My body feels so hot. I lean in more as his other hand pulls me in closer. I circle my arms around his neck and push myself even closer to him until our chests are touching. He groans. I feel shameless as I let out a moan.
"Allen..." I pant between the kisses. He quickly reclaims my lips and I moan softly when he nibbles on my lower lip while his hands slips under my shirt, caressing my back. We have to stop!
"What are you...?" I start to ask before he pulls away and stare at me, eyes filled with lust and confusion.
"Please..." he says, begging, before kissing me again, rougher this time.
My own mind starts getting clouded when his hand trails from my back to my chest, caressing it gently under my shirt. I shudder with every touch, writhing under his fingers. Yup, now's the time to stop. I can hear myself moaning and gasping. Shit.
We can't do this. This is so wrong on so many levels! We're in the middle of a parking lot, for fuck's sake! Not that I don't want to... no, wait! I don't! No! I mean... Shit! This feels so good. It's messier than a mess.
"Allen!" I say loudly as I push him away as hard as I can. I'm panting hard and my whole body is tingling with a weird sensation. I'm definitely hard. So is he.
Allen turns around and sighs before resting his forehead on the steering wheel. His shoulders slump to his sides.
"You go ahead first," He says after a while.
"Allen..." my weak voice trembles.
"Just... go..." his own hoarse voice comes out. "I'll catch up with you later," He says then takes a deep breath before saying, "I need to calm myself down," He tells me.
"Ok," I say (I really do understand) and take my backpack, reaching for the door handle and about to open it but then he grabs my hand again.
"I'm sorry," He says weakly. His voice desperate. I say nothing as I get off from his car and close the door behind me.
I feel like crying.
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